In the velvet hour, he laid out a prearranged dialogue.
“I scribble on your back.”
“Style isn’t perfect, you can’t define style.”
Bob was a ruthless cunt, he taunted his financial partner, via verbal suicide.
He wasn’t thinking straight for years. When his barren life started to unfold, he intended to make amends, yet he never could, as his financial partner was stronger. Resorting to the ultimate threat, Bob attempted to lay down ground rules that he couldn’t govern in the digital business.
Bob sat alone, and he spoke to himself at length about where it all went wrong. The cross-over was stark, yet it was pure and intentional; he was to blame for the collapse of the business. His destructive nature resulted in 61 staff members being sacked, without severance pay.
White collar crime hurts employees, but Bob didn’t care because he had stripped the business bare. He had a nothingness in his soul, zero empathy. He closed up shop and left in silence.
He knew his life was spiralling out of control; he was divorced from Paula for 5 years, and that was where his financial partner made his strike. Bob was mixed up in so many failed UK business ventures, which made him vulnerable.
Whoever killed Bob wasn’t a disgruntled employee; chances are, it was someone from his private life.
Most lightly Paula did him!